Death before dishonor this that street shit (This that street shit)
Keep the pole in my pants, I squeeze shit (I squeeze shit)
Been had my fair share of war, so what's this lil' beef to me then? (What's it to me?)
You tryna be some fake thug, you ain't even half of me then (Not half)
You don't want problems with me
Or meet the Glock with the beam then (Bah bah)
I give out smoke I ain't talkin' bout vapes
Two federal charges, beat both cases (Uh huh)
My brother the one who sells trees
All this money I feel like Bill Gates (Oh yea)
Get your '09 Dodge Ram outta here
And watch me pull up in this Wraith (Skrrrt)
Even my five Series got cooled seats
Gotta have those when you carry heat (Brrrt)
I don't walk around with security got a mob of guys who sweep (Bah bah)
I'm at the bank every week, got a duffle bag of cash in the backseat (Cash)
I spend thousands a week, front row seats
Straight pearly whites but also have diamond teeth (Bling)
Never ever paid a lease, all this shit after comin from the streets (Oh yea)
Bah bah
You're dead
Crip walk (Crip walk)
Hang on (Hang on)
Stomp your face in the curb (Oh yea)
It's f*ck what you heard and f*ck what you feel
Got an extended clip, fill you up with lead (Brrrt)
I ain't got no enemies they all dead
Nothing in my pockets other than bread (Oh yea)
Mags in the glovebox all I see is red (All I see is red)
.223's and .762's I don't need a shooter (Ion need a shooter)
I know you got your daddy's guns, but so what if you can't shoot 'em (So what if you can't shoot 'em)
I own all my cars, your grandpa gave you yours (Your grandpa gave you yours)
Get your money up lil bro, go back to work (Go back to work)
I got your girl now and I know your feelin's are hurt (Your feelin's are hurt)
Should I go over all that I've earned? (Oh yeah, I think I should)
A record deal, tons of cash and gems
The shit you say don't make any sense
Play with us we turn you to the past tense
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Death before dishonor this that street shit (This that street shit)
Keep the pole in my pants, I squeeze shit (I squeeze shit)
Been had my fair share of war, so what's this lil' beef to me then? (What's it to me?)
You tryna be some fake thug, you ain't even half of me then (Not half)
You don't want problems with me
Or meet the Glock with the beam then (Bah bah)
I give out smoke I ain't talkin' bout vapes
Two federal charges, beat both cases (Uh huh)
My brother the one who sells trees
All this money I feel like Bill Gates (Oh yea)
Get your '09 Dodge Ram outta here
And watch me pull up in this Wraith (Skrrrt)
Even my five Series got cooled seats
Gotta have those when you carry heat (Brrrt)
I don't walk around with security got a mob of guys who sweep (Bah bah)
I'm at the bank every week, got a duffle bag of cash in the backseat (Cash)
I spend thousands a week, front row seats
Straight pearly whites but also have diamond teeth (Bling)
Never ever paid a lease, all this shit after comin from the streets (Oh yea)
Bah bah
You're dead
Crip walk (Crip walk)
Hang on (Hang on)
Stomp your face in the curb (Oh yea)
It's f*ck what you heard and f*ck what you feel
Got an extended clip, fill you up with lead (Brrrt)
I ain't got no enemies they all dead
Nothing in my pockets other than bread (Oh yea)
Mags in the glovebox all I see is red (All I see is red)
.223's and .762's I don't need a shooter (Ion need a shooter)
I know you got your daddy's guns, but so what if you can't shoot 'em (So what if you can't shoot 'em)
I own all my cars, your grandpa gave you yours (Your grandpa gave you yours)
Get your money up lil bro, go back to work (Go back to work)
I got your girl now and I know your feelin's are hurt (Your feelin's are hurt)
Should I go over all that I've earned? (Oh yeah, I think I should)
A record deal, tons of cash and gems
The shit you say don't make any sense
Play with us we turn you to the past tense
Keep the pole in my pants, I squeeze shit (I squeeze shit)
Been had my fair share of war, so what's this lil' beef to me then? (What's it to me?)
You tryna be some fake thug, you ain't even half of me then (Not half)
You don't want problems with me
Or meet the Glock with the beam then (Bah bah)
I give out smoke I ain't talkin' bout vapes
Two federal charges, beat both cases (Uh huh)
My brother the one who sells trees
All this money I feel like Bill Gates (Oh yea)
Get your '09 Dodge Ram outta here
And watch me pull up in this Wraith (Skrrrt)
Even my five Series got cooled seats
Gotta have those when you carry heat (Brrrt)
I don't walk around with security got a mob of guys who sweep (Bah bah)
I'm at the bank every week, got a duffle bag of cash in the backseat (Cash)
I spend thousands a week, front row seats
Straight pearly whites but also have diamond teeth (Bling)
Never ever paid a lease, all this shit after comin from the streets (Oh yea)
Bah bah
You're dead
Crip walk (Crip walk)
Hang on (Hang on)
Stomp your face in the curb (Oh yea)
It's f*ck what you heard and f*ck what you feel
Got an extended clip, fill you up with lead (Brrrt)
I ain't got no enemies they all dead
Nothing in my pockets other than bread (Oh yea)
Mags in the glovebox all I see is red (All I see is red)
.223's and .762's I don't need a shooter (Ion need a shooter)
I know you got your daddy's guns, but so what if you can't shoot 'em (So what if you can't shoot 'em)
I own all my cars, your grandpa gave you yours (Your grandpa gave you yours)
Get your money up lil bro, go back to work (Go back to work)
I got your girl now and I know your feelin's are hurt (Your feelin's are hurt)
Should I go over all that I've earned? (Oh yeah, I think I should)
A record deal, tons of cash and gems
The shit you say don't make any sense
Play with us we turn you to the past tense
Writer: Brady Molkentine
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